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POETIC 
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BY 

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M. C. HAUBOLD 

p. O. BOX 1080 
LOS ANGELES, CALIF. 



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COPYRIGHTED 1921 



BY 
M. C. HAUBOLD 




COMPANION VOLUME 

TO 

The Personal PatK to Power, 
Poetic Expressions 



DEC 19 192 



Oilea Publishing & Printing Co. 
125 So. Spring St. 



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AULD LANG SYNE 

Before the fire I am dreaming 
Over dear friends of long ago, 
And thru memory's opened portal 
I am with them as of yore. 

Time has dealt with some so kindly, 

Others are care and sorrow worn. 

Life is just sunshine and shadows 

With wintry winds and summer storms. 

Long thru hours, swift and fleeting 

I ponder and dream, silent, alone. 

And as they come, these love-lit memories 

My Heart goes out to My Own. 



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COMRADES 

Whither ye go, there I too goeth 
Over the earth wherever ye roam, 
And all that comes is ours together 
Be it so blest, or storm and ruin. 

While the days will glow with sunshine 
As hand-in-hand thru life we go, 
For all we've known, expressed, or spoken. 
Gives but a glimpse of all in store. 

Thus may life be with us my comrade. 
Naught else but joy, deep love, and truth. 
With hopes realized in all their meaning 
Till life is full and running o'er. 



AUTUMN 

Autumn now calls to the restless Soul 

Come thou and abide with me, 
Afar from the ceaseless strife of men 
Roam thou and be at peace. 

Come thou among the falling leaves 
Their tones of gold and brown, 
Gladden the eye and warm the heart, 
'Ere they sleep upon the ground. 

Yet still afar in the forest-land 
Where all is wild and free, 
And Nature dons her gayest mood 
Come thou and rejoice with me. 

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Then Autumn speaks to each earthly life 
Give heed to thy meeds and gains, 
Whatever ye sow, so ye must reap 
When the harvest is garnered and gleaned. 



THE THREE GRACES 

What seeketh thou anon — 
Peace, thou answereth, Peace! 
Surcease from earthly care and toil ? 
Knoweth thou not that Peace 
Within the heart is Peace indeed! 

What seeketh thou anon — 
Joy, thou answereth, Joy! 
Forgetfulness of life's unending trials? 
Knoweth thou not that Joy 
Within the heart is Joy indeed ! 

What seeketh thou anon — 

Love, thou answereth, Love! 

The brief delight of passion's will-o'-wisp? 

Knoweth thou not that Love 

Within the heart is Love indeed! 



REALITIES 

From the tips of the mountains 
Wafted by winds soft and fair ; 
The mist lifts at morning, 
Like the white wings of prayer. 

O'er the face of the ocean 
Blown by winds from afar; 
The whitecaps break and scatter, 
Like such playthings we are. 

0*er broad pensive valleys 
Broods the spirit of peace; 
Behold tree, bloom, and meadow. 
Will we ne'er learn from these. 



A PRAYER 

From out the realms where Silence dwells. 
Send Thou a thought of Peace to me. 

From out of the realms of Pure Delight 
Send Thou a song of Joy to me. 

From out the realms where Thou abides 
Send Thou a ray of Love to me. 

And as the years draw to the eventide 
May we meet, forever, Thou and I. 



TRUTH 

Great Father, we are Thy children 
Yearning and seeking for Truth, 
In mountain, plain, desert and woodland, 
In heavens above, in earth beneath. 

Great Father, let thy light shine upon us 
And guide us still nearer Thee, 
That we may. Thy Truth discerning 
Forsake our false gods for Thee. 

Great Father, in all still before us 
Be with us, even unto the end. 
And at last may Vv^e stand before Thee 
In the Radiant Splendor of Thy Truth. 



QUO VADIS 

Whither goeth thou, there I be, 
Still, still so near to thee 
Here, there, and everywhere. 

All life obeys My Law, 

Else all would be as naught 

Here, there, and everywhere. 

All is a part of Me, 
Yet I doth dwell in thee 
Here, there, and everywhere. 

I was, 'ere time begun, 
Will be, when time is done 
Here, there, and everywhere. 

For I Am one and all. 
Shewing forth My perfect Law 
Here, there, and everywhere. 



PRITHEE 

Mon cher, as you sigh 
O'er the days that are going 
With the light of the stars 
Twinkling down from above, 
Tell me, do you feel 
That the joys of Arcady 
Will be ours to know 
In the days still to be? 

Mon cher, as you walk 
In the cool of the morning 
Thru the garden of love 
Enshrined in my heart, 
Tell me, can you hear 
What the roses are saying 
As they whisper and nod 
O'er thy laughter and tears? 

Mon cher, as you gaze 
O'er the hills and the valleys 
To the far-flung horizon 
And ships on the sea, 
Tell me, can you see 
In the haze of the distance 
A glimpse of that isle 
The port of our dreams? 



FOGS 

When the fog covers the valleys 
With its shadowy, murky arms, 
Seek thou the heights above it 
Where the air is pure and warm. 

When the fogs of life enfold thee 

And thou art lost — forlorn. 

Seek thou the way within thee 

Where the light shines clear and strong. 

When the fog of death enshrouds thee 
And hides thee from thy own, 
Hold fast to the Truth Eternal 
It will guide thee safely home. 



GUARDIAN LIGHTS 

Lo over the hills the sunset is fading 
Swiftly the twilight enfolds with its peace, 
And awakening from sleep the stars all 

atwinkle 
Over our slumbers their loving watch keep. 

Thus thru the night from dusk to day's 

dawning 
They speed from the East to the West of our 

dreams, 
Bearing v/ith them the hopes of our hearts 
To that distant clime beyond empires unseen. 

Then as they fade in the glow of the morning 
And we awake from dreams of the night. 
There comes to us thru mists, dim and hoary, 
A glimpse of that glorious Eternal Light. 



WITCHERIES 

The mystic charm of the ocean 
Is calling to you and me, 
Come rest thou upon my bosom 
Where life is full and free. 

The mystic swell of the ocean 
So gently lulls to sleep, 
Whatever thy cares or sorrows 
It will bring thee sweet surcease. 

The mystic song of the ocean 
From lullaby to deafening roar, 
Is the voice of its spirit speaking 
To man's inmost heart and soul. 

The mystic breath of the ocean 
Soothes body, mind, and soul, 
With its touch of the Great Eternal 
Wind borne from far distant shores. 



AHOY! 

The fading light of the Orient sky 
Brings mystic peace to the starry night. 
And all is still save the restless winds 
As they sport apace with the rippling waves. 

And far away our loved ones sleep 
As we rock and toss on the briny deep. 
With abiding trust thru the whole night long 
We sleep and dream as the ship goes on. 

While the "ether" tells in its mystic way 
Of life and fate thru the passing day. 
With the wide world kin — whatever betides, 
Help speeds swift thru the darkest night. 

Even thus the soul on the ocean of life 
Must go with faith thru the days and nights, 
In prayerful touch with the Infinite Mind 
Who can guide us to port on the shores of 
time. 



THE HINTERLAND 

Over the way to the Eastward 

Lies the land of our yesterdays, 

With their joys, heart throbs, and sorrows 

And memories that ne'er will fade. 

Over the way to the Westward 
Lies the golden land of our dreams, 
Where the sunset glow from the Orient 
Gleams over our ship coming in. 

Yet above, all around, lies the "uplands" 
Where the East and the West are one, 
And the darkening shadows ne'er gather 
For the sunset blends with the dawn. 



BE STILL 

Be still and know that I Am God. 
How else can thou attain to Me? 
I dwell not in the surging crowd 
But in the "uplands" ye findeth Me. 

Be still and know that I Am God. 
How else can I abide with thee? 
'Tis not in runnings to and fro 
But in the stillness there I be. 

Be still and know that I Am God. 
How else can I commune with thee ? 
Not among the restless tides of life 
But when thou art alone with Me. 



MIRAGES 

A haze enfolds in the distance 
The far mountains and canyons deep, 
Till they seem shorn of their terrors 
Yet how rough their trails and steep. 

A haze enfolds in the distance 
The far away land of our dreams, 
Where all seems blest and roseate 
Yet things are not all they seem. 

A haze enfolds in the distance 
As we gaze o'er the valet? of life. 
Seek not there for peace — contentment, 
'Tis here in the midst of strife. 



JUST BE GLAD 

just be glad from sun to sun 
For all that's done or left undone. 

Waste not a sigh or even a tear 
For day or deed of by-gone years. 

just be glad for storm and rain 
When clouds roll by 'twill shine again. 
Give not a thought to vanished pence 
Or treasure rare nor where it went. 

just be glad thru days of strife, 
Whatever comes, 'tis part of life. 
Show worry, grief the open door 
And bid them gone for evermore. 



DESTINY 

Some folks have naught but "kicks and 

crusts" 
And others have gold, some more than 

enough. 
Some folks are wise beyond their time 
While others get burnt before they learn. 

Some folks have love and a happy home 
And others pray and long for one. 
Some folks do sure have an easy lot 
And others slave for all they've got. 

To each has come his very Own 
For what he is he has become. 
Life's not unkind but only gives 
To each his dues as he has lived. 



BITTERSWEET 

Life was not made just for loving 
Or even for toil or for quiet, 
But all are blended together 
To soften the sternness of life. 

Life was not meant just for laughter 
Or even for heartaches or trials, 
But all are blended together 
For such is the measure of life. 

Life was not meant just for pleasure 
Or even for suffering or grime, 
But all are blended together 
To teach us the meaning of life. 



SERENITY 

Life moves too swift to be grieving 
O'er days and deeds that are gone, 
Lift up your heart to the "uplands'* 
And go thru life with a song. 

Are trials before or besides thee 
Or love branch torn from thy tree ? 
Grieve not, the days swiftly passing 
Will bring thee the surcease of peace. 

Grieve not o'er fate's fickle fortunes, 
What avails her vain golden store, 
When Death calls trumps as we gamble 
And we lose all we have and more. 



OH HELL. 

Listen to the grouches as they go thru life, 
Everythings all wrong and they're always 

right. 
Their toast is burnt and the coffee bum, 
And they raise the deuce the whole day long. 

They sure do howl when they miss the train, 
And cuss the luck if it happens to rain. 
It's too darn hot when the sun comes out, 
And if it's cold they're down in the mouth. 

If a baby cries they swear it's hell. 

And they spitefully snarl at the wedding 

bells. 
When the devil snickers and calls them home, 
They rail at fate and die with groans. 



AU REVIOR 

I'm going home 
Where the lotus blooms 
And life is sweet, 
Goodbye. 

Fm going where 
There's never a care 
And dreams come true, 
Goodbye. 

I'm going there 
Where the Muses dwell 
And sing My Songs, 
Goodbye. 



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